alantig
Zombie Four, DFZ
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Let me start off by saying all is good - even if some of this sounds horrible, and is, but it's not as bad as it could be. But really, it's all good.
So, my wife turns 50 tom'w. Earlier this year, they found some mucus on her appendix and it had to come out. That happened a couple weeks ago. It was big - really big. And, as we found out yesterday, at least part of the problem was malignant. I know how that sounds, but the doc said "It's not what you wanted to hear, but if you have to have this, it's about the best it can be." At this point, it all looks to be contained in the appendix, and the surrounding tissue was negative, so there's no call for treatment only monitoring, So, she's still a bit sore from the surgery but well on her way back, and she took about 2/3 of the day to, in her words, feel sorry for herself. I told her she has to wear any Livestrong stuff ironically now. That's just background for what she doesn't know is coming.
As I said, she's turning 50. So I hit the jewelry store early this summer and ordered a small piece to commemorate the occasion. Granted, it's not as nice as what I got her for our 25th anniversary a couple years ago, but it shouldn't be. TONS of people, every day, turn 50 years old. So far, only she has put up with me for 25 years (well, 27+ now). She doesn't know yet that tom'w afternoon we have to hit the jewelry store to get the chain for it. (I was quite the hit at the jewelry store. The very cute saleswoman who took care of me - sadly not a euphemism - asked on my first visit when her birthday was. It was six or seven weeks out at the time. She said, "You're kidding? We never get guys shopping that early!")
But here's the better part.
Our daughter came home today so she can go to dinner tom'w. After dinner she has to go back to WV. Or so my wife thinks. What she doesn't know is that my daughter has planned a small surprise party for her, so when she leaves tom'w, she's only going to grandma's, where the party will be. My son's in on the gig, too, but my wife doesn't have a clue. And she's a lousy liar.
The anticipation for all of this is killing me. But she deserves it - I tell her I wake up every morning surprised that she didn't smother me in my sleep.
So, my wife turns 50 tom'w. Earlier this year, they found some mucus on her appendix and it had to come out. That happened a couple weeks ago. It was big - really big. And, as we found out yesterday, at least part of the problem was malignant. I know how that sounds, but the doc said "It's not what you wanted to hear, but if you have to have this, it's about the best it can be." At this point, it all looks to be contained in the appendix, and the surrounding tissue was negative, so there's no call for treatment only monitoring, So, she's still a bit sore from the surgery but well on her way back, and she took about 2/3 of the day to, in her words, feel sorry for herself. I told her she has to wear any Livestrong stuff ironically now. That's just background for what she doesn't know is coming.
As I said, she's turning 50. So I hit the jewelry store early this summer and ordered a small piece to commemorate the occasion. Granted, it's not as nice as what I got her for our 25th anniversary a couple years ago, but it shouldn't be. TONS of people, every day, turn 50 years old. So far, only she has put up with me for 25 years (well, 27+ now). She doesn't know yet that tom'w afternoon we have to hit the jewelry store to get the chain for it. (I was quite the hit at the jewelry store. The very cute saleswoman who took care of me - sadly not a euphemism - asked on my first visit when her birthday was. It was six or seven weeks out at the time. She said, "You're kidding? We never get guys shopping that early!")
But here's the better part.
Our daughter came home today so she can go to dinner tom'w. After dinner she has to go back to WV. Or so my wife thinks. What she doesn't know is that my daughter has planned a small surprise party for her, so when she leaves tom'w, she's only going to grandma's, where the party will be. My son's in on the gig, too, but my wife doesn't have a clue. And she's a lousy liar.
The anticipation for all of this is killing me. But she deserves it - I tell her I wake up every morning surprised that she didn't smother me in my sleep.
